The walls are caving in
Gravity pulls me away
It takes me to the ground
I hit as I land, I am skin as it heals
Hard to descry a gals wail
She embarks on the waves
Wave after wave pulling against the stream
Slowly drifting, her only dream
Is to be set free
The force is similar if not a whiplash
Lesions leave misshape , they try to sculpt what had a scrape
Salt the wound either way
It has always been this way